Mythology

Chapter 293 Ghostly Laughter, Ghostly Dreams, and the Marriage Certificate
Wang Mian's cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, as if he had applied cheap rouge.

Vibrant colors were painted on that deathly pale face, appearing particularly eerie in the twilight, and her every move became affected and artificial.

Yang He caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and an indescribable chill rose in his heart.

It's like the work of a mortician who has applied makeup to the dead.

"Wei Hu died a just death!"

Yang He cursed under his breath. Even with the enhancement of his spiritual vision and the power of his pupils, he couldn't tell what kind of evil spirit was influencing Wang Mian. The old soldier didn't exude any yin energy either, which was quite chilling.

"Brother Mian, you can rest. Leave these dirty jobs to us."

"kindness."

Wang Mian's response was like that of a young woman in the bloom of spring, her fingers neatly tidying her sideburns.

Yang He wished he could switch to his alternate account immediately. The transvestite Wang Mian was really an eyesore, but he was the one who had descended into the world of the legend in his true form.

The sky was dark, and the soldiers traveling with him did not notice anything unusual.

They were stuffing dry grass into the body's arms to prevent any accidents during burning.

"Brother Mian, you are very capable. You used to study feng shui with the Taoist priest. You led us out unscathed the last few times we encountered ghosts."

"Thanks to Brother Mian."

While the three were chatting, they didn't notice that Yang He, who was disguised as a corpse, had disappeared.

Yang He wrapped his entire body in a leather Taoist robe and left the area of ​​the pit, but did not go far, stopping at a safe distance.

"Qinglong Pass is an important pass for Chaoge, and the Shang Dynasty would certainly not give it up easily. Could they be planning some underhanded tricks?"

He thought about it again and again, but he really couldn't recall the plot of Qinglong Pass in the original work.

"Sigh, comparing it with the Investiture of the Gods is no longer very meaningful. Anyway, disasters can't just appear out of thin air. It must be the Jie Sect behind it all."

"The opportunity for deep integration may be related to the Jie Sect."

He scanned the panel, and the surge in his spiritual vision was also strange, comparable to encountering an immortal.

There was no time to investigate further; the immediate priority was to figure out the situation. Soon, the leather robe transformed into a tattered soldier's armor.

In a short while, Wang Mian had already pinned his messy sideburns to a bun on top of his head.

Only married women would do this.

Wang Mian drew the dagger from his waist and brought it close to his eyes to admire his own appearance.

Crackling.

A raging fire erupted in the pit, and in the firelight, Wang Mian looked like a woman dressed in red, grinning as she waited for her lover.

The last rays of the setting sun slanted across the edge of the ditch.

The soldiers had just finished their work and were preparing to return to camp to rest when they belatedly realized that Wang Mian was silent. "Brother Mian? What's wrong?"

The shorter soldier thought the king was unwell and slowly stepped forward to help him up.

Before he could get close.

A clear, crisp female laugh rang out.

The short soldier's right hand hung in mid-air, his fingernails turning bluish-white from excessive force, while his two comrades behind him continued to ask him questions.

"Oh my god, run...run!!!"

His pupils dilated, his eyes filled with fear.

Wang Mian has completely transformed into a woman, with only her original features faintly discernible between her eyebrows. The corners of her mouth are constantly turned up, even as they approach her earlobes.

"whee."

Wang Mian revealed his gleaming white teeth and his exposed tongue, which was exposed due to the tearing of his face. Even so, he still possessed a unique kind of charm.

Yang He looked away, still unaware of anything amiss even as the matter drew to a close.

He was clueless, but he didn't want to stay any longer. The importance Jiang Ziya attached to this matter showed that this trouble was enough to threaten the foundation of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"Let's find a place to stay and wait for the right opportunity."

"Brother Mian! Don't scare me!"

Wang Mian's shoulder blades suddenly protruded in the opposite direction, accompanied by a tooth-grinding bone misalignment, and his head tilted back at an abnormal angle.

The tear at the corner of his mouth had spread to his cheekbone, exposing his pink gums, yet his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent shape with joy.

The three fell to the ground, and Wang Mian's neck made a sound of strain.

Click.

Wang Mian's neck was broken at a 90-degree angle, and he died suddenly with a bizarre and inexplicable appearance.

The three of them stood frozen in place, staring intently at the corpse's face. The exaggerated smile was so captivating that it held a mesmerizing allure for them.

Yang He didn't turn around, but laughter was already echoing in his ears.

The three of them unconsciously grinned, the smiles exaggerated yet with a touch of allure, while the corpse showed no signs of abnormality. It was as if the smiles had been transferred to someone else's face.

Yang He kept his eyes tightly closed, not allowing the black cat to open them.

The only thing he was certain of now was that anyone who witnessed a laughing corpse would be affected, and even Wei Hu was not immune.

It should be noted that although Wei Hu has not reached the Hunyuan Realm, he is at least at the peak of the Ning Shen Realm.

Yang He didn't think he would be an exception; contracting the Ghost Laughter would likely mean certain death. "Wait, the soldiers mentioned earlier that Wei Hu died in front of King Wu of Zhou..."

"Could King Wu of Zhou have contracted it?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he was just about to send a telepathic message to King Wu of Zhou.

At this moment.

The Dharma Seal of Qianyuan Mountain has lost its function, making it impossible to contact fellow disciples.

Yang He was stunned for a moment, then saw a yellowish-brown flag fall hundreds of meters away, which actually blocked the transmission of the Qian Yuan Mountain Dharma Seal.

"The apricot-yellow flag?!"

He knew it all too well; it was one of the most precious treasures held by Jiang Ziya.

Whenever Jiang Ziya uses the Apricot Yellow Banner, it can only mean one thing!
When faced with a situation that cannot be handled, one must use the apricot-yellow flag to set up a magic array to prevent the situation from deteriorating beyond control.

"not good!"

Boom! A flash of light streaked past.

Without giving Yang He any time to react, the array, centered on the apricot-yellow flag, covered an area of ​​several miles in just a few breaths.

This is equivalent to the attack on the fourth defensive position of Qinglong Pass being abandoned.

Yang He found it hard to believe. The Twelve Golden Immortals might not be at Qinglong Pass, but it wouldn't be a problem for Jiang Ziya to summon a few in a short time. Why would he make the choice to sacrifice a pawn to save the king?

Is the ghost's laughter really that terrifying? Is Jiang Ziya even confident he can handle it?

Yang He entered the black cat's mustard seed space.

There's nothing shameful about surviving. The true form descends into the world of legends with a three-day countdown, after which it can return to the main world.

"So what if the fusion fails? It's just a waste of a thousand points of spiritual vision."

"Ghost Laugh is definitely not simple. I wonder which member of the Jie Sect made the move, or perhaps the immortals of the Upper Realm couldn't hold back any longer?"

The black cat, its fur standing on end, burrowed into the shadows near the camp and remained motionless.

Yang He extinguished the Yang Fire, relying entirely on the increase in his spiritual vision to confirm whether there was any danger in the outside world, and the situation reported by the black cat was also relatively stable.

"You raise a cat for a thousand days, but only use it for one."

"Hei Zi, once I advance to the Returning Void Realm, I'll definitely give you a hand no matter what."

As night fell, the area covered by the apricot-yellow flag was deathly silent.

The soldiers who survived to Qinglong Pass were all seasoned veterans. They not only had to be wary of the Shang army, but also of the evil spirits that could be seen everywhere.

The transmission of ghost laughter is quite bizarre, yet many people still survive.

They hid in the shadows, silent, clinging to their last chance of survival.

Yang He frowned slightly, and the black cat began to get impatient. Its spiritual vision fluctuated wildly, as if something was happening in the night.

suddenly.

Even though I was in a mustard seed space, I could hear the sound of musical instruments being played.

"The Old Man of the Moon cuts the red thread of fate, Yama, the King of Hell, arranges a ghostly marriage. Tonight, paper horses tread the road to the underworld, sending your wedding dress to the Yellow Springs..."

The plaintive female voice sang on and on, as if she were already sobbing uncontrollably.

Yang He's consciousness wavered for a moment, and suddenly a brightly colored bridal sedan chair appeared before his eyes, as red as dried blood, with copper bells hanging from its four corners.

The four men carrying the sedan chair had their heads bowed, their lips curving into an eerie arc.

"wrong!!!"

"How the hell could I see the outside world while I'm inside a black cat's belly?!"

A cold wind blew.

The curtain of the bridal sedan chair was lifted by one corner.

The woman sat upright inside, but her limbs appeared loose and limp. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that red ropes were wrapped around her joints and constricting her limbs.

The red rope ends at the top of the sedan chair, resembling a bride hanging herself inside.

Yang He repeatedly called out to himself to regain consciousness, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the bride. From the way the red rope was tied, it was clear that it was a very strange ghost marriage.

Ghost marriages are usually arranged by burying deceased men and women together.

Red rope is believed to ward off evil spirits. If one party in a ghost marriage needs to be bound with red rope, it indicates that the corpse may have become a ghost.

"wake up!"

The scene of the ghost marriage came to an abrupt end.

Yang He suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp pain shooting through his temples. He looked around and realized he was still in the mustard seed space, surrounded by all sorts of strange and malevolent things.

The incredibly realistic scene just now was clearly a dream.

It was a dream I had when I was nearing the Hunyuan Realm, a stage close to achieving immortality.

"hiss."

Yang He felt a burning sensation on his arms. He saw that most of the skin on his hands had disappeared, revealing bloody muscles that almost spread to his shoulders.

"Is there a second taboo?"

"Ghostly laughter."

"A nightmare."

Yang He tried to recall the dream, but the memory was somewhat vague.

However, he was certain that the sources of the ghostly laughter and ghostly dreams were different, and that the woman Wang Mian had transformed into did not match the temperament of the woman who was holding a ghost marriage.

Meow! ! !
Yang He's spirits lifted, and he noticed that the black cat's aura was becoming dim.

Even the black cat couldn't escape the erosion of the nightmare; its fur was completely stripped off, starting from its tail and extending down its lower body.

If Yang He continues to stay in the mustard seed space, the black cat will die in no time.

He emerged from the mustard seed space and immediately captured the black cat into the Treasure Bone Mausoleum.

Pupil Ghost was even more anxious than Yang He. A large number of eye worms parasitized the black cat's body and exterior. After a sharp hiss, the black cat woke up with its fur standing on end.

Yang He ignored the black cat and stood outside the camp, his scalp tingling.

It wasn't just one person and one cat affected by the ghost dream, but fortunately there were no corpses near the camp, so they were temporarily out of the threat of the ghost laugh.

A dozen soldiers were slowly walking into the moonlight.

They were snoring loudly, their expressions utterly intoxicated, their skin peeling off from their fingertips like a corner of red silk being lifted, curling upwards along their finger bones, wrists, and necks.

Under the moonlight, the scarlet muscles looked exactly like a brand-new wedding dress.

The crisscrossing veins are like gold thread embroidery, the trembling texture is like the hidden patterns of brocade, and even the fine blood droplets that seep out with each breath are like coral necklaces adorning a wedding dress.

"Oh shit."

Yang He almost vomited and hurriedly headed towards a secluded corner of the camp.

After walking only a few steps, his expression turned extremely ugly.

A marriage certificate had appeared in his arms without his knowledge.

"The third taboo!!"

(End of this chapter)